My friend Zak is back to blogging after a 9 month break. She’s had a challenging year that she couldn’t write about until it was over, or as over as something that you always think about can possibly be. My favorite comment on that post: “Adulting is hard.”
Truer words never spoken.
Last week was the first week of school. The Mister was out-of-town, a fact I felt was�unfortunate but totally�doable. Not doable was Wednesday, which was�when he called to tell�me his�company is eliminating his position on the 31st of December.
“I bet it would have been nice for you to hear the news from the comfort of your home, versus a hotel room,” I mused.
Did you know some people respond to extreme stress by falling asleep? I do. The Mister was telling me the news and I swear I tried to show support,�but my eyelids started to drop shortly after he said something about the company wanting him to take a promotion�to Sacramento or Reno. If you’ve ever had anesthesia, or breast-fed a newborn, you know the feeling. It’s a sleep that blankets you all at once and without warning.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“I think,” I said as I rubbed my eyes, “that we should sleep on it and talk in the morning.
He’s home now; we’ve talked. The move isn’t a for-sure thing, but it’s a possibility. The Sacramento area is the most logical choice if the goal is to cut the amount of time he’s away from home (we can live anywhere from Redding to Reno). I know nothing about Sacramento other than it’s our state capital and that it gets hotter there than it does here, which is really saying something. I hear it’s an awesome place to live. I hear it’s full of crime, homeless people, and misery.�I’ve received conflicting reviews, is what I’m saying.
We’re heading up there this weekend as a mini-vacation/fact-finding mission. At the very least, we’ll get to show the boys the capital and visit the railroad�museum. Any suggestions on where to go, or, um, where to live in the Sacramento area?